Havana. Nice place, yeah? Hot girls.. nice clubs.. man, it was great being in Havana.. As of now, he was trying to hit on some girls in a club. The club was beyond nice.. big lights, pretty girls, good alcohol, and singing. He was paying much attention to the stage.. he wasn’t the greatest at Spanish.. at least that was until a song he could comprehend came on. It was in English. It was a nice, upbeat song.. ”All the birds of a feather!” They sang.. Girls were dancing and guys were grinding on them.. he and his friends were dancing when the most beautiful, enchanting vocals came through.. he looked at the stage and saw you.. He had to get his hands on you.